[It’s a weapon of war; you’re not really “gentle” with something like that outside of taking care of it and such. Shiro’s never really had to do maintenance on it either, though he’s poked around at it a few times and let Pidge do the same occasionally. Does he think Mananan can be gentle with his arm? Yes. Does he think there could be energy involved? … He’s… not sure. But wouldn’t count it out. Shiro’s pretty sure his angel will at least talk about wanting to do something with his arm first if he does. Right now, the gentle touches to his body is more distracting and enjoyable.
His eyes close as he rests his face against the black hair. Silky, smooth, breathing in the scent of water and shampoo and something uniquely Mananan’s. Having someone touch him gently like this, being able to return it, are treasures he’d gone without for what felt like eternity. Maybe it broke him inside, left scars, a longing for contact… touch starved. The soft hum shivers through his nerves and he finds his flesh hand wandering fingers over Mananan’s side, following the curve at the top of his pelvis and then moving up.] That’s too bad. Swimming is fun, and it’s good exercise too.
[Shiro’s powerful chest flexes as fingers traipse over the curves and his heart picks up a few paces when Mananan rests over his beating organ. There are scars there too, suggesting it’s been attacked before. Another shiver ripples down his spine, following his angel’s descending fingers. From his chest over the washboard contours of the Paladin’s sculpted abdominal muscles. Smooth skin, no body hair, just the scars, and Shiro lifts his head and leans back when Mananan looks at him. Down at him, thanks to the lean over him.
The question leaves him blinking for a second. But… warmth quickly floods through his chest at the tenderness behind the simple request. Shiro just… looks at his angel. People have told him to take a break, go on vacation, lighten up, but he’s always had something to do (though he did have leisure fun a number of times with the other Paladins). But still… he’s calm, serious, military, a leader. He’s the one telling others to take a break and get some rest. To have it returned, from someone who’s made it a point he looks out for Shiro… it’s really touching. A soft smile, grateful and touched, appears on his face and the ex-Galra slave nods.] I’d like that, Mananan. Really. … Thanks.
[ Vacation is different from bringing him home again and Mananan knows he probably shouldn't be making an offer like this, leaving something so open to suggest that they spend a larger amount of time together. But he wants Shiro to relax and to have some time to himself, so he'll follow through with it regardless of whether it's a good idea or not. Given, time to himself implies that he'll be leaving the Paladin alone, but... well, that's up to Shiro. As much as he might want to spend more time with him, Mananan won't push his presence on him. He feels too protective of Shiro to be willing to go against his wishes.
Which is why he's still looking down at him, nodding slightly at the thanks he receives and considering the placement of his own hand. Mananan feels certain that Shiro would say something if his touches were too much, but he can't help wondering. There's still mild worry lingering in the back of his mind, knowing his own past actions with a former lover and how easily his own pushiness can come out. ]
Can I kiss you? [ His fingers trail back upward toward Shiro's chest again, palm gently flattening over his heart once more, curious about the reaction his question will get. Shiro looks so relaxed at the moment that he imagines it'd be hard to hide a sudden change in the way he feels. In the moment, Mananan wants to show him every tiny bit of affection he has for him, the attachment he feels, but he doesn't want to push that if it isn't wanted. ]
[Shiro understands the angel’s desire to be with him after what they’ve talked about. Being assigned (or chosen) to guard someone, but having to go through most of their current life without ability to interact with them must be a difficult burden. Especially if he’s grown attached… which he has. Shiro does want to return some of those feelings, he’s made it clear he wants to spend more time with Mananan as well, and he's agreed to go on the vacation mostly for those reasons alone. Of course, he’s still got his job, so that will factor into the time they get to spend together, as does Mananan, but it’s just part of adult life. Still… there’s the idea of perhaps living with the angel? Amusing, but he momentarily thinks of seeing the man out the door, one going to space, the other off to Heaven. How domestic.
It's really a tender suggestion, made even more touching by the angel’s hand on him. So warm and kind. For someone who’d lost a past love to the ravages of battle, then been scarred for a year under the lusts and rage that swelters in slavery, and finally to reemerge only to enter into war again… part of his heart is rapidly warning him about attempting to form anything beyond friendship and simple relationships for physical benefits. Shiro’s not really a “romantic” of a person, duty-bound, calm, and stoic despite his kindness and leadership qualities. But… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want…
The question surprises him for a moment, his heart picking up a beat or so beneath the angel’s hand. It’s forward, but nothing he’s not encountered before—he’s had some encounters where they don’t even bother asking. Shiro doesn’t move from his resting on the bed, eyes lingering on Mananan despite knowing the angel can feel his heart. Affection… Shiro’s surprise softens into a gentle embarrassment, but he obviously looks touched by the notion. Resting his hand over Mananan’s again, the Paladin leans forward.] I should be asking, “can I?”
[And rests his forehead against the other man’s, bringing them in close enough to complete that action if the angel wants.]
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Date: 2019-06-20 02:40 am (UTC)His eyes close as he rests his face against the black hair. Silky, smooth, breathing in the scent of water and shampoo and something uniquely Mananan’s. Having someone touch him gently like this, being able to return it, are treasures he’d gone without for what felt like eternity. Maybe it broke him inside, left scars, a longing for contact… touch starved. The soft hum shivers through his nerves and he finds his flesh hand wandering fingers over Mananan’s side, following the curve at the top of his pelvis and then moving up.] That’s too bad. Swimming is fun, and it’s good exercise too.
[Shiro’s powerful chest flexes as fingers traipse over the curves and his heart picks up a few paces when Mananan rests over his beating organ. There are scars there too, suggesting it’s been attacked before. Another shiver ripples down his spine, following his angel’s descending fingers. From his chest over the washboard contours of the Paladin’s sculpted abdominal muscles. Smooth skin, no body hair, just the scars, and Shiro lifts his head and leans back when Mananan looks at him. Down at him, thanks to the lean over him.
The question leaves him blinking for a second. But… warmth quickly floods through his chest at the tenderness behind the simple request. Shiro just… looks at his angel. People have told him to take a break, go on vacation, lighten up, but he’s always had something to do (though he did have leisure fun a number of times with the other Paladins). But still… he’s calm, serious, military, a leader. He’s the one telling others to take a break and get some rest. To have it returned, from someone who’s made it a point he looks out for Shiro… it’s really touching. A soft smile, grateful and touched, appears on his face and the ex-Galra slave nods.] I’d like that, Mananan. Really. … Thanks.
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Date: 2019-06-22 04:13 am (UTC)Which is why he's still looking down at him, nodding slightly at the thanks he receives and considering the placement of his own hand. Mananan feels certain that Shiro would say something if his touches were too much, but he can't help wondering. There's still mild worry lingering in the back of his mind, knowing his own past actions with a former lover and how easily his own pushiness can come out. ]
Can I kiss you? [ His fingers trail back upward toward Shiro's chest again, palm gently flattening over his heart once more, curious about the reaction his question will get. Shiro looks so relaxed at the moment that he imagines it'd be hard to hide a sudden change in the way he feels. In the moment, Mananan wants to show him every tiny bit of affection he has for him, the attachment he feels, but he doesn't want to push that if it isn't wanted. ]
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Date: 2019-06-22 01:45 pm (UTC)It's really a tender suggestion, made even more touching by the angel’s hand on him. So warm and kind. For someone who’d lost a past love to the ravages of battle, then been scarred for a year under the lusts and rage that swelters in slavery, and finally to reemerge only to enter into war again… part of his heart is rapidly warning him about attempting to form anything beyond friendship and simple relationships for physical benefits. Shiro’s not really a “romantic” of a person, duty-bound, calm, and stoic despite his kindness and leadership qualities. But… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want…
The question surprises him for a moment, his heart picking up a beat or so beneath the angel’s hand. It’s forward, but nothing he’s not encountered before—he’s had some encounters where they don’t even bother asking. Shiro doesn’t move from his resting on the bed, eyes lingering on Mananan despite knowing the angel can feel his heart. Affection… Shiro’s surprise softens into a gentle embarrassment, but he obviously looks touched by the notion. Resting his hand over Mananan’s again, the Paladin leans forward.] I should be asking, “can I?”
[And rests his forehead against the other man’s, bringing them in close enough to complete that action if the angel wants.]